“You once told me you’re gonna love every fragment of me,
Embrace all my flaws and inadequacy,
Cloak me with fondness as my armor and protection.
But look what you have done to me!
Mangled pieces and bits, oh my dispersed, scarred flesh!
Painted skin with tumult and loathing you caused my being
Drowned me with every sadness, with every mourn
Until I struggled, smothered with my own tears
Am I a good piece now?
I asked you, my painter
And you smiled then shook your head
Little did I know it just makes you happy watching every bit of me falling apart…”